Chapter 78.2

Chapter 78.2

He could feel Miran’s heartbeat against his bare chest as she lay collapsed on him. His own heart also raced wildly. Now, he was really at his limit.

Andre wrapped his arms around her head and waist, shifting their positions again.

“Mmm…”

Miran, suddenly pinned beneath him, let out a soft whimper as she felt his weight.

Andre pulled out gently until only the t!`p remained, then thr#$t back in forcefully, grazing her c3r-v!x and filling the space just before it. Her soft b*tt0c!k.s pressed flat against his firm thighs.

Her eyes widened as if they might pop out by the sudden pressure. Unable to make a sound, her slender body writhed beneath him.

His p#n!`s, buried completely in her hot, soft fl3-s.h, throbbed violently.

“Kuh.”

Andre’s brow furrowed. He couldn’t name the emotion he was feeling right now. He hugged her tightly, as if to crush her. Fragmented words floated through his pl.€asur3-hazed mind.

Mine. Always. Forever.

Miran pursed her lips and she wrapped her arms around his shoulders.

“…Andre! Please, slow down…”

She whispered and pleaded in a hoarse voice.

Andre pulled back until just the t!`p rested at her entr@nc!3. The air hit his p#n!s glistening with sl`ck felt cool before he plng3d back into her w@rm fl3s.h.

He rolled his hips, grinding against her !nn3r f0!ds. He kept pushing until the t!`p pressed firmly against the entr@nc!3 to her w*m.b, filling her completely until her lower abdomen bu.lg3d slightly in the shape of his p#n!`s.

Miran thrashed, clawing at his shoulders without a sound. Andre’s shoulders shuddered and he lifted his chin.

“…Fuck.”

He looked down at her writhing beneath him.

Was it a sedative? No, an aphr0d!si@c.

A fleeting fear crossed his mind that Miran might be more dangerous to him than he thought.

Andre scraped against her !nn3r f0ld`s, pulling his hips at a fast pace. Then he took a deep breath for a moment and then slowly thr#$t in again. After repeating this several times, sweat dripped from his sharp nose. The muscles of his entire body tensed up, burning with the intensity.

An unprecedented wave of pl.€asur3 was about to explode. His vision turned bright red.

Miran trembled like an aspen tree, shivering uncontrollably, and scratching at his sweat-soaked shoulders.

“Ha- hic, Andre! Hurry, please, now…”

Her fingers curled and uncurled, her pupils were unfocused at a loss for what to do as she finally hit his shoulder with her fist and sobbed.

She was all over the place.

But Miran, flushed and writhing in pl.€asur3, was so beautiful that he wanted to indulge her every whim.

Grinning like a madman with his teeth bared, Andre cupped the top of her head and thr#$t fully into her again. He kissed her gasping lips, and when he thr#$t once more, her hips jolted upward.

“Mmph!”

He swallowed her m*@ns. It was a moment when all reason vanished.

Andre began to thr#$ting rapidly, p0un.d!ng into her like a beast in heat. He pinned her down, holding her obsessively.

Each thr#$t made her btt0c!k.s and his thighs were covered in wh!t3, st!cky fl.!d that made a sq*3l-ch!ng sound. Their sweat mingled, their breaths tangled as their lips touched, and their body heat melted into one.

When Andre pulled back, gasping for air, Miran clung to him desperately, whispering between pants.

“I love you, Andre. Ah- hic!”

She arched her back, pressing her head into the bed. Her !nn3r w@lls clamped down with terrifying force.

At that moment, Andre de Lafayette shattered into pieces.

“Hngh!”

An intense and painful pl.€asur3 surged through his skull as a long, intense release followed. Each time her w@ll.s squeezed, he stiffened, sh0ot!.ng his s3m#n deep inside her.

Only after emptying himself completely did he stop thr#$ting and collapse on top of her.

“Hic…”

Miran, trembling in his arms, burst into tears again.

Andre snapped back to reality. He realized he’d lost control, ravag!n.g her like a mad dog in heat without considering the difference in their physiques. He slightly propped himself up and checked on her, asking.

“Are you okay? Does it hurt a lot?”

His own voice, thick with worry, sounded foreign to him.